The subtle smell of innocense
The simple longing for love
Relishing in this infinite joy
I don't want to give it up
This love belongs to me
Although it is not wholly mine
Her eyes barely open
Unable to take it all in at once
Minute by minute our hearts grow
Bigger even than our imaginations had planned
She is sweet, she is soft, she is warm
She is ours, she is love.
It's been a long time since the threads of a poem came out of this brain. However, we find inspiration in the tiniest of things :).
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